We so easily become those we most scorn.
Perhaps that is why we scorn them.
They are who we secretly know we wish we were.
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I could not agree more. I've realized that the characteristics that annoy me most in other people are usually the ones I struggle with myself.
ReplyDeleteclarification...struggle with OBTAINING myself...yeah, that word is important.
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